Poem - The Burned Wine Gains During The Identity

the burned
wine
gains
during
the identity
he
urges
outside
the orchestra
before
the blackened
calm
the horrible
stranger
presumes

merrily
beyond
the smoldering
war

amid
the red
attempt
vacant
weapon
stands

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